The Woman From Hell

Frank's room looked to be the largest in this house, but the furnishings inside were very simple with only a table, two chairs, and a bed.

He pulled a chair down, gave it a few swats, and had me sit down. He smiled at me. "This is my room."

There was only a small mirror and a comb on the table.

Sighing, I looked at him. "Are we sharing the same bed?"

Hearing this, Frank quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I won't be so unruly before we get married. You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor. I have another quilt in the closet."

He opened the cabinet door as he said this and took out a quilt and bed sheet from inside before spreading them on the floor.

Frank seemed honest and responsible. I went to the bed and sat down on it. I glanced at the man on the ground. He had already laid down and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

about how I could

here for a vacation?" Immediately afterward, I heard Frank's voice persuading his mother. "Mom, she's from the city and just arrived

back. I heard the sound of the door opening and the quilt was dragged off

tone was rather foul. "You've slept enough. Go to the kitchen and

leisurely and glanced back at her. "Getting angry early in the morning is not good for your health. You should be careful." Aware that I was now living under someone else's roof, I could only go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast accordingly. I could not help what I was feeling, however, and retorted. Frank's mother started cursing behind me. I

arrived at the kitchen, I noticed that they still used firewood, which stumped me. What should

the stove

fire. Suddenly, the firewood in my hand was taken away. I looked up and saw that Frank had come. He looked at me with a smile. "Let

you." I

He then lowered his head and concentrated on lighting the fire and in just a

I pushed Frank aside. "Leave the rest to me. If your mother catches us,

day long. I made poached eggs and